18 October 2012
Tis something amidst the storm, Young lady, beauty, tempting and warm. Sensual to the fingertips, Pulsating, driving and pistols drawn. This love of mine, this heart rips, Adrift, deserted and torn.
The lady touches, kisses with silken lips, Renders a treasure chest complete. On my life force she sips, Trusting in wits, sleek and athlete. Her power sentiment, loved to bits, Thrusting all in one lovely treat.
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